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Rudolph's eyes seemed to consume the glow of the metal, not reflecting the orange glow that shined on the rest of his face. He was so consumed in his work he felt like he was young and back in Dorrondar, working in the great forges of the Dwarven fortress, surrounded by brethren and hearing their efforts echo and shake the stone hall. The dwarf began humming softly, the tune reverberating in his chest, a nostalgic Dwarven work tune where the only instruments needed was hammer upon anvil and the sound of metal hissing in water. He was snapped out of his work by Visage's voice. "Wot gal?" Rudolph looked up to see the shivering, disheveled girl. "Where'd ja pick up dis whelp?" He got up from where he sat and hearing that she might be infected, grabbed his knuckle duster and put it on his hand. "But first, lassie 'old 'er still." Walking over to the girl he explained what he was going to do as he did it, grabbing her arm. "Now wer gun see if yer a werebeastie. If this dun do more than feel cool to the touch, then yer clean. 'owever, if it burns ye. 'm gun snap yer neck like a bundle of straw." His mechanical hand opened around her neck as he glared at her and glanced down at her arm to see the reaction she had towards the silver.

I am prepared to meet my maker.
Whether or not he's prepared to meet me....
well that's another matter, isn't it?

"Don't worry about my bearings. From where I was watching, it looks like I can't put but so much faith in at least two people in this party, maybe three. Assuming the other half of our rag-tag team haven't been killed yet, I've got a bad feeling that they're about to be up to their necks in shit." Rhea scoffed again, obviously pissed off at the position she's finding herself in. "You know, if I had to guess I'd say that bloody changeling has them all sitting around a fire, drinking coffee, and trying to talk out their problems."

She sighed again, after seeing Lera's obvious predicament and Rabbit's sling. "Just so we're clear, I'm here to watch after my own back, not babysit. If you can't handle it, go home."

SPAC: Genesis
"Everything I've done up until now... it was all for nothing."

"What?" Esther was surprised as the girl was transferred to her arms. "You risk us all, Visage." The Order member simply looked at the bawling girl, afraid and shaking. Esther's eyes focused on the girl for a moment before widening her eyes.

"She's from the caravan," she muttered, bringing the girl's face for her to see. "I recognize her, Bearer's mercy1, how are you still alive young one?"

The dwarf made his approach and delivered a speech that scared the girl; which caused her to dig deeper into Esther's arms. The Order member nodded to Rudolph, signalling to go for the test.

As the silver of the knuckle duster touched skin, the girl had no reaction and neither her skin. The disciple and the monk nodded to each other, agreeing that at the very least, their newest room mate was safe. Mari shook her head and decided to look away, busying herself with other things.

"I guess she survived by fleeing," Esther commented.

FOOTNOTES1: Bearer's Mercy is a misnomer. The Lantern Bearer is known to be merciless to those who need to die; however, it is used simply to mean it isn't her time.

"Excuse me, what are you implying?" Aurea's voice became harsher, as she semi-crossed her arms, pressing her palms against her biceps so that she could still hold her sword. That however turned out to be harder than she thought, her hands slipping from all present, still fresh blood. She managed however. The knight turned towards the ranger with an annoyed frown. "In contrast to you, I've at least saw them out doing something, instead of sight-viewing." That would explain why there were so many of these flying beasts in the air.

She listened to the girl's screed, and her frown deepened. "Then go." She spoke without much emotion. "Prove your worth. If you're by so far superior than anyone present, why bother? Go to Highmount and get your gold. Unless you expect to be taken there in the carriage as everyone else does the dirty work."

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I should probably try and find something interesting to put in here...

"Too bad we don't do babysitting here then, huh?" Aurea smiled faintly, gave everyone a last look, Lera and Rabbit a bit of a warmer one, and then brushed by Rhea, departing in the direction of the town's hall, searching for Sir Dreimon. Guess she was in fact, mistaken after all.

I should probably try and find something interesting to put in here...

One would expect regaining your missing sense would be a pleasant one. As soon as the ringing ceased, a different kind of ringing echoed across the small house they were in. An argument between Rhea and Aurea, the archer and the knight. A prissy archer taking potshot and credit, a knight with a modicum of awareness and morals. So trite. Even so, the conversation was enlightening. Now we knew Rhea was the antisocial lone wolf type, one we ought not to put our lives in.

Lera looked at Rabbit, "I'll go on ahead. I want to make sure Aurea is alright." She pat him gently on the injury, a regretful smile on her face, and went past Rhea outside.

The inhabitants of Thornfell were in a mess. The people who had fled indoors came out slowly then upon realizing it was safe, they went ahead and began helping out. Aurea walked towards the townhall and saw who she was looking for. The knight captain had come to the hall as well. Sir Dreimon was busy handing out orders to his men and the militia. Miraculously, all of his men and militia were accounted for but most were injured severely; broken bones and dislocations, large gaping wounds on the arms and legs that literally tore through the armor. Large sections of the streets were dedicated to men on blankets, treated by those who could. Time would still tell if those wounds would turn them into lycanthrope.

"Ah, Aurea," Sir Dreimon said and relaxed at her coming. "Luckily everyone is here, no one outright perished but that is what worries me. They may be kept alive for the disease to spread to them. Lera? I hear that you work for a shop, do you happen to have medicine?"

The rest of the town began to do whatever repairs they could do, immeidately, the gate was swarmed by the city's capable workers, attempting to bring it back up.

"Aight, sorry bout scarin ya whelp." Rudolph retracted his hands and patted the girl on the head. "Tis a scary time fer us all, so we all bit antsy. But yer safe now, we gun keep ya safe. Just... don't look around much ayy?" With that said, the dwarf looked to Esther. "Oy'd ask ye if ye wanted to look after the little un, but dunt think she wants anyone else lassie." He then turned to Visage, "So what dis bout footsteps and guests? Ain't we sealed in ere like a jar of pickled fish? Less this threat's a mole, ain't too much of a threat as far as Oy see it." The dwarf marched back to his forge, putting down the sword he completed and putting a new one into the forge to begin heating it. Soon the room was once again filled with the sound of clanging metal and the dwarf's humming, the rythmic tune filling the room with its deep notes, like the beat of waves against a shore or the shifting of ancient trees in the forest.

I am prepared to meet my maker.
Whether or not he's prepared to meet me....
well that's another matter, isn't it?

"I got with me basic medicines and some first aid kits," Lera pointed at the town hall where she left most of her stuff, "I can also go around town to gather up the necessary supplies for everyone. Then I'll help with patching everyone up. I've had medical training, after all." She puffed her chest then headed out. She would bring back with her a few bag's worth of supplies from the shop she works at, as well as other shops in the vicinity. It would be unlikely for the owners to be there, so she'd take the liberty to take what's needed for everyone. Or ask nicely, if she could.